Patience

Don’t be an asshole

Second-guess everything

Be grateful

Nice and slow

One step backwards two steps forward

Should I be doing this?

Never say no

It is a challenge not a problem

Question everything

Don’t be creepy

Stay focused

Pain is weakness leaving the body

The mind is stronger than the body

Where your treasure is there also will be your heart

Perspective Dreams Choices

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Your turn…

af

(written on computer)

sleep well

use my shoulder

in this moment worry not

there are no judgments here

as we both are losing a dear woman of our family

i, too, am in pain, exhausted

but i have compassion for you

you are a human being

regardless of your looks, your quirks

keep trying

close your mind

use my shoulder

and sleep well stranger

af

(written with pen on paper at 30,000ft high)

My mother is dying

Everyone says I am unreasonable

because I have stared at dial tones

lacking in mystery as to who I am and what I want

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It is sweet

the old New York romance of it:

tired rejected writer forcing intoxication at the bar

beautiful young tender of the drinks

both looking for something to make sense

but from opposite sides of life

and the end game’s all the same:

us naked, sweaty, masturbating words onto each other

rebelling against while fucking towards

Another beer entertains a fantasy:

drink till closing time

then the new muse extends the invite

for a walk

then a nightcap

then a kiss

then a story for future use:

the young and impressionable

curious lips kissing lustfully curious lips

stripping bodies to the creator’s bare self

a pounce thrust upon each other

for the voyeuristic sins of the horny angels

It is meant to come then go

this sweet little fantasy

a New York minute

raging sweet and apropos:

the erotic impact of two artists:

savage heat experienced

in secret

on and off the page

af

(written with pen in little notebook)

i am stuck

poems to write

pieces of me asking quietly to roam free

to relax

but i am too busy distracting myself…

a nerve has been touched

and i am completely conflicted

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What I would really like to say

is that I enjoy beer in the afternoon

while I write and stare out over the

Main Streets of America

in different cities

and watch

how everyone scurries all the same

in every direction, every state;

a sleepless battle to obtain things

to live a good life

to try to find meaning and excel in the success

of solving all of life’s quizicalness;

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i am alone

lately, that is too rare an occurrence

one i cherish

both for its existence

and for its briefness

void of a winter for quite some time

there is hope every time i glance out a window

hoping to see snow

but seeing only the grayness of the urban backdrop

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